Tuesday, April 21, 2009

spring nights

Music echoes from the brown, upright piano, whose melodies leak tones through cement walls. Outside, grasshoppers shout back their tunes of happiness in the heat of the night. No longer are they frozen, but jumping through time with green crabgrass underneath their limbs. Each chord drifts away from the minor, only focusing on the major sounds that ring peace and beauty to those that hear them. The pianist is only out to please those tiny insects who wear less than fancy attire.

1 comment:

Justin said...

The beginning is a bit melancholy but as the grasshoppers spring to life it changes the whole tone of the writing. I like it!